"Just below us is a great lake of black water, which looked so cold and wicked that it made me shudder; but away at the left there's a big tunnel, which we can easily walk through.

I don't know where it leads to, of course, but we must follow it and find out." "why, we can't get to it," protested the little girl.
"We can't fly, as you do, you must remember." "No, that's true," replied the Ork musingly.

"Your bodies are built very poorly, it seems to me, since all you can do is crawl upon the earth's surface.

But you may ride upon my back, and in that way I can promise you a safe journey to the tunnel." "Are you strong enough to carry us ?" asked Cap'n Bill, doubtfully.
"Yes, indeed; I'm strong enough to carry a dozen of you, if you could find a place to sit," was the reply; "but there's only room between my wings for one at a time, so I'll have to make two trips." "All right; I'll go first," decided Cap'n Bill.
He lit another candle for Trot to hold while they were gone and to light the Ork on his return to her, and then the old sailor got upon the Ork's back, where he sat with his wooden leg sticking straight out sidewise.
"If you start to fall, clasp your arms around my neck," advised the creature.
"If I start to fall, it's good night an' pleasant dreams," said Cap'n Bill.
"All ready ?" asked the Ork.
"Start the buzz-tail," said Cap'n Bill, with a tremble in his voice.
But the Ork flew away so gently that the old man never even tottered in his seat.

Trot watched the light of Cap'n Bill's candle till it disappeared in the far distance.